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Chapter 95 Good impression, I belong to Mrs. Tuxie
Xie Rongyang had to go back to the set, so he left early.

Before leaving, I suddenly remembered something, turned to Huo Qiao and said, "You and uncle are going to Jingshan Temple this week, right?"

Huo Qiao was not surprised that she knew this, and nodded calmly: "Yes."

"Don't be nervous. If she says something, you will take her as a fart." It's hard to imagine that this sentence will come from the mouth of the Miss Xie's family.

And the "she" that Xie Rongyang refers to is undoubtedly Xie Yuzhou's mother, Mrs. Xie.

According to seniority, Xie Rongyang should be called Fang's grandmother.

But in her tone, there was no trace of respect for Mrs. Xie.

"If she makes things difficult for you, you can directly complain to my uncle or the old man, don't wrong yourself." After saying this, Xie Rongyang waved to her, "Auntie, I'm leaving."

Seeing the figure of the other party leaving, Huo Qiao became more and more curious about this old lady of the Xie family.

Why is the Xie family able to accept Xie Yuzhou, but they are the only ones who show no pretense to Mrs. Xie who gave birth to Xie Yuzhou?
Has the other party done anything that is not good for the Xie family?
That's why Xie's family hates her so much?

Including her own biological son...

Although he had doubts in his heart, Huo Qiao didn't ask Xie Yuzhou.

She just curled up in bed at night and called the man, asking her what gift she would bring to see his mother tomorrow.

The man's deep and magnetic voice came from the receiver: "No gift."

"Not so good?" Huo Qiao traced the pattern on the bed sheet with his fingers, "What if she doesn't have a good impression of me?"

"Her impression can't change anything." Xie Yuzhou said slowly, "Especially because you are my wife."

Even the old man couldn't shake Mrs. Huo Qiaoxie's position, let alone this old lady who lived in the ancient temple all year round.

After hearing this, Huo Qiao felt a little soft in his heart, feeling like he was being protected.

But having said that, Huo Qiao did not agree: "Courtesy cannot be discarded. I brought gifts to see her, and it was not to win her good impression of me."

"What's that for?" The man's tone sounded lazy, with an inexplicably seductive meaning.

Huo Qiao took the phone away and touched his itchy ears: "It's to let her know that I value this marriage, not..."

Xie Yuzhou: "Not what?"

Huo Qiao coughed lightly, and suddenly felt embarrassed: "It's not the Tuxie family's power and money."

"I know." A weak and slow voice came from the other end of the phone lightly, "Mrs. Xie is the one trying to trick me."

Huo Qiao: "..."

The ears suddenly became hot and scary.

She said angrily, "No!"

Xie Yuzhou gave a short low laugh, as if the heart-pounding laughter reached Huo Qiao's ears through the phone screen, not only his ears were red, but his face was also red.

"Well, no." Xie Yuzhou replied casually, "It belongs to Mrs. Tuxie."

Huo Qiao kicked the quilt back a little because it was a little hot.

She muttered softly, "You're just greedy for my body."

Before Xie Yuzhou could respond, Huo Qiao heard Fang Yi's voice reminding Xie Yuzhou to take the medicine.

She hurriedly said: "You go and drink the medicine, and let Butler Fang pick me up tomorrow."

After that, he hung up the phone directly.

Sitting up from the bed holding the phone, she found that the other three roommates were all staring at her.

Huo Qiao was stunned for a rare moment: "What's wrong?"

Chen Danyun's expression was serious: "Who are you calling?"

Huo Qiao didn't understand the situation, and his tone was a little tentative: "With my husband."

Any questions?

"Oh, it's all right." Chen Danyun and the other two roommates turned their heads away, muttering, "No wonder they look like young couples talking on the phone."

Huo Qiao: "..."

Does she have it?
She and Xie Yuzhou are just plastic couples who each take what they need!
Thinking of the state of the two of them getting along during this period of time, she suddenly became a little uncertain again.

Seems like...not so plastic?
A good night's sleep.

After the morning classes were over, Huo Qiao walked out of the school with his schoolbag on his back.

The black Maybach was parked at the school gate, and Huo Qiao saw it as soon as he came out.

Walked straight over, opened the car door but saw an unexpected person.

"Why are you here too?" Sitting down, he closed the car door, Huo Qiao looked at the man beside him in puzzlement.

Didn't she just tell Fang Yi to pick her up?
Xie Yuzhou stretched out his arms to wrap around her waist with a natural expression, he was already familiar with getting close to girls.

His chin was resting on the girl's shoulder, and when he spoke, the heat was blowing on Huo Qiao's neck: "Mrs. Xie, doesn't she want to see me?"

Huo Qiao shook his head: "Don't you have to climb a mountain to go to the ancient temple? Can your body do it?"

She turned her head to see the man's face, but she accidentally brushed past his thin lips.

Xie Yuzhou's eyes darkened a little, and Huo Qiao wanted to back away in panic, but a wide, thin and slightly cool palm clasped the back of his head, followed closely, and his lips were covered with another layer of soft touch.

Fang Yi wanted to ask Huo Qiao something, but when he turned his head, he saw a scene he shouldn't have seen.

He quickly turned his head back, and then raised the partition without changing his expression, leaving enough space for the two people in the back seat of the car.

Xie Yuzhou noticed Fang Yi's small movements, but ignored them.

Hearing that Xie Yuzhou's mother was ill, Huo Qiao planned to buy some medicinal materials and supplements, as well as jewelry that women prefer.

Huo Qiao chose for a long time, and also asked Xie Yuzhou's opinion, but the man would take a look every time, and then replied very carelessly: "It looks good."

Huo Qiao: "Will your mother like it?"

Xie Yuzhou: "I will like it."

Huo Qiao: "..."

I always feel that the man is perfunctory her.

In the end, Huo Qiao could only choose some expensive gifts based on his own vision.

If Xie Yuzhou's mother doesn't like it, say that Xie Yuzhou bought it.

It's impossible for Mrs. Xie to dislike the things her son bought, right?
After choosing the gifts, the car drove steadily towards Jingshan Temple.

The phone in Huo Qiao's pocket vibrated twice.

She took it out and took a look. It was news from the class group.

The squad leader explained that tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, so the counselor bought some mooncakes for everyone to eat, and asked each dormitory to send someone to her dormitory to get them.

Seeing the news from the squad leader, Huo Qiao remembered that tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, a day of reunion.

Chen Danyun hadn't left school yet, so she had to go to the class monitor to get mooncakes. Because she didn't know everyone's tastes, she asked in the dormitory group.

Huo Qiao typed and replied: [I don't like mooncakes. 】

Since her grandfather passed away, she has never celebrated the Mid-Autumn Festival. Even the Spring Festival, a family-friendly festival, has become an ordinary day in her eyes.

Suddenly thinking of something, Huo Qiao raised his head and looked at the man beside him who closed his eyes and meditated.

He reached out and tugged at his sleeve.

Those deceptive peach blossom eyes opened and looked at her, with a slightly hoarse voice: "What's the matter, Mrs. Xie?"

"Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival." Huo Qiao asked tentatively, "Did the old man ask us to go back to the old house for the festival?"

Xie Yuzhou glanced at the girl's hand holding the antique cufflink on his cuff: "Called."

Huo Qiao raised his eyes: "Then..."

Xie Yuzhou didn't change his face: "I pushed."

On this kind of reunion day, how could Mr. Xie not ask his children and grandchildren to go home for a reunion?

But Xie Yuzhou knew that Huo Qiao was not comfortable staying in Xie's old house, so he directly rejected the old man.

Huo Qiao frowned slightly: "Is the old man not angry?"

Xie Yuzhou didn't speak, just held her hand behind his back.

Huo Qiao automatically regarded the man's speechlessness as the default.

Also, how could the head of the Xie family not be angry?

But no matter how angry he was, he couldn't tie Xie Yuzhou away.

The car has entered the boundary of Jingshan, driving slowly on the winding winding mountain road.

Through the car window, you can vaguely see the simple and solemn corners of the ancient temple.

Jingshan Temple was built on the top of the mountain. This temple is said to have existed for hundreds of years. Because it is too far away from the city of Kyoto, few people come here to offer incense.

The car cannot drive directly to the gate of the temple, so it can only stop at the intersection of a tree-lined mountain road.

Huo Qiao and Xie Yuzhou got out of the car. Looking from their current positions, Jingshan Temple didn't seem to be very far away, but looking at the endless mountain road, one can already imagine that the road ahead is still long. .

　#Crazy plotting every day, it will be over in a few chapters, there are about twenty chapters left? #

　　
　
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